Poem for 350

I sit for three
In three I am met by
Trinity
Goddesses
Triangles

I see three
And feel the wellspring
Of evening primrose
Three petals
Their white blossoms
Comforting me

In five I feel stars
Spokes on a wheel
I feel tired of the day
When I leave an office
At five sharp

I drive home at 35
Because the traffic can't move
And I think of the way that I am clouding
The earth
And adding
To the blunt

I think of zero
ANd I think
How hard it is to think of nothing
And yet, if I try
I can have nothing represented
In the last frame
And it is nothing

Nothing will be left
If we cannot
Get to 350
There will be no evening primrose
Or quitting times
And no more zeros